Sideways Glance at Life

There's pain in sunset beauty,

It hurts to even look,

To see a shining crack in clouds,

The moment is the hook.

And I can't explain the music,

That blossoms in a soul.

The feeding of the hunger

By examining the hole.

So I drop the gear to second

To take the coming hill,

The movement timed to music,

The music timed to will.

I'd love to drive forever roads,

Cut through these stranger's lives,

Imagining the stories made

In hamlets I pass by.

I could be the story man,

Recording all I see,

I'd rather be the middleman

Than ever simply be.

But sometimes in imagined roles

The face I see is mine,

Like trying on a stranger's clothes

Without investing time.

The shelter's term "forever homes"

They apply to dogs and cats

Pops into mind and I sudden think

"Yeah, I might just go for that."